My family came over to America in '84 hoping to achieve happiness and unity. But for the past 18 years, I've only begun to see a SLIGHT change in us becoming a real family. One of the reasons why it has taken us so long is my older sister. She's mentally unstable for the past 10 or so years. Each day is hell because of her. She's abusive to my parents, to herself, and everyone is really tired of her. But my mom keeps putting up with her sh!t and won't send her away because she feels sorry for her. And the result of all this is animosity within the family and a lot of anger.
I just had to call the cops on her a few minutes ago because she hit my dad and he fell to the ground. He's in his 80s so I panicked that he might be hurt. I'm really tired of this sh!t and I really loathe my sister. I hate how she has destroyed this family for so long and I hate my mom for allowing her to do so. Then I feel guilty for feeling this way because no one wants her to have mental problems and I try to understand that my mom kept her out of love. How the hell am I suppose to feel?
I just had to call the cops on her a few minutes ago because she hit my dad and he fell to the ground. He's in his 80s so I panicked that he might be hurt. I'm really tired of this sh!t and I really loathe my sister. I hate how she has destroyed this family for so long and I hate my mom for allowing her to do so. Then I feel guilty for feeling this way because no one wants her to have mental problems and I try to understand that my mom kept her out of love. How the hell am I suppose to feel?
